During her important business trip to Los Angeles, Mary had no idea that her husband, Michael, was cheating on her. But it wasn’t just a simple affair—Michael was having a secret fling with one of the hotel maids, Lucy. What neither of them knew was that Lucy had a dark plan to destroy their lives completely. And when Mary suddenly returned early, everything exploded.
Michael glanced at his watch and shut his laptop, pausing his commissioned artwork. His messy hotel room didn’t bother him; right now, all he wanted was a quick shower and to change into something casual. Just then, a soft knock came at the door.
“Come in,” he called.
The door opened, and there stood Lucy, the maid. Michael’s heart raced. If only he knew the real Lucy—the woman behind that uniform, with secrets and anger burning inside—he’d never have let himself fall for her. But his desire blinded him. He pulled her close, kissing her hard and deep, then closed the door behind them.
Lucy hated Michael’s touch. Every second she spent with him was poison. But she had one goal: revenge. She would make sure he paid for what he and Mary had done to her family.
Michael smiled, breathless. “I’ve been waiting so long for Friday, the day you come back to me,” he whispered, dragging her toward the bed.
Lucy forced a smile, her voice cold, “I’ve been waiting too, my darling. Wish we could do this every day.” But inside, disgust twisted her stomach.
Suddenly—knock! knock! A sharp pounding at the door cut through the room.
“Did you order anything?” a voice called.
“No,” Lucy shook her head.
Michael opened the door—and froze.
Mary stood there, suitcase in hand, eyes wide with shock.
“Surprise!” she shouted.
“Mary! My beloved wife!” Michael’s fake cheer fell flat as panic took over.
He tried to block her, pushing her back. “It’s not what you think!”
But Mary wasn’t fooled.
“Enough lies. Where is she?” Mary demanded, pushing past him.
Michael’s throat tightened. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
Mary marched straight to the bathroom. The tension in the room was thick. Michael knew he had seconds to think fast.
“Sweetheart, come on. Let’s go down to the hotel restaurant. Talk this through,” he pleaded, voice shaking.
Mary flung open the bathroom door—empty. No maid in sight.
The messy bed, however, told a different story. Sheets tangled, pillows on the floor—clear signs someone had been there.
“See? There’s no one here. You’re just imagining things,” Michael said, voice smooth.
Mary sighed, her angry energy melting into tiredness. She smiled softly, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“If you love only me, prove it,” she challenged, eyes sparkling.
Michael grinned and gently pushed her onto the bed. “Oh, I’ll prove it,” he whispered, voice low and naughty.
Mary laughed, ready to believe him—until a phone started ringing. It buzzed loudly under the bed.
“Whose phone is that?” Mary asked, sitting up and pushing him lightly.
Michael’s smile faltered. “Uh, it’s mine,” he stammered.
He reached under the bed to grab it. Lucy slipped out from her hiding spot and handed him the phone.
“See? I just changed the ringtone,” Michael lied quickly. “Now I can tell when it’s work or when my dear Mary calls.”
Mary’s smile faded. She looked doubtful. “I swear I smelled a woman’s perfume…”
Michael put his arm around her, pulling her close. “There’s no one here. Probably the automatic air freshener.”
Mary glanced at the small device on the wall and nodded. “Maybe you’re right.”
Michael tucked a loose hair behind her ear. “You just need fresh air. Then lunch. And after that…” He smiled mischievously, “I’ll remind you just how much I love you.”
Mary smiled faintly and kissed his cheek. “Okay. I’ll take a walk by the pool. Be right back.”
As Mary left, Michael sighed with relief. “That was close!” Lucy hissed, sliding from under the bed.
That evening, Lucy pushed her cleaning cart quietly down the hotel hallway, her mind buzzing with satisfaction. Her plan was working perfectly. Suddenly, a voice startled her.
“Hey.”
Mary stepped out from a corner.
“Hi,” Lucy replied nervously.
“How do you like my husband?” Mary’s eyes flashed with icy fire.
Lucy paled. Did Mary suspect something? No! Lucy thought, her plan can’t fail now.
“What do you mean?” she asked, trying to keep calm.
“I mean—do you like him?” Mary’s voice sharpened.
“No! I mean… yes? No! I mean—no,” Lucy stammered. “He’s just a guest. No personal relationships. That could get me fired.”
Mary smirked. “Oh, I’m just kidding!”
Lucy relaxed, but Mary pressed on. “Did you see him with a guest today? Or last Friday?”
“No, ma’am. I didn’t see anyone.”
“I want to see the hallway security footage.”
“Sorry, hotel policy forbids that.”
Mary smiled coldly. “There’s a nice tip in it for you.”
“No, I can’t.”
“Then I guess I’ll talk to the security guard myself,” Mary said. “I’ll tell them I lost my wallet. They’ll be happy to help me.”
Lucy panicked. If security saw her and Michael, she’d be finished. “Wait! Don’t do that! The guard won’t help. I’ll help you,” she said quickly.
Lucy enlisted an old colleague’s help and soon sat before the surveillance console. Mary directed, “Turn it back to around 11 a.m.”
Lucy hesitated but rewound the footage.
“Nothing special here,” Lucy said.
“Let’s watch further,” Mary said, eyes fixed on the screen.
On the black-and-white video, Lucy was pushing her cart, dusting a painting.
Taking the chance, Lucy texted Michael for backup. Just then, Mary’s phone rang.
“Yeah, honey?” she answered, stepping aside.
On screen, Lucy returned to Michael’s door, smoothing her uniform. Michael came out and kissed her passionately.
Mary, on the call, didn’t see the kiss on screen.
Lucy’s heart pounded as Mary rifled through her purse for keys.
Mary found them and looked back at the screen just as Lucy pushed Michael into the room playfully.
“I went to clean the room across the hall. Then there you were,” Lucy said, pointing out Mary’s arrival on the footage.
Mary sighed. “Sorry for doubting you.”
She moved to leave but froze when Lucy’s phone rang.
“One more thing,” Mary said, glaring. “Call someone to carry my luggage. I have to leave on a business trip.”
Lucy nodded, hiding relief. The second part of her plan was about to begin.
Later, Michael’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. An unknown number. His heart sank.
“Hello?” he said, voice shaking.
“Michael, my friend. Ready for our final deal?” a cold, robotic voice said.
Michael looked around nervously. “Yes. I have the money.”
The voice grinned through the line. “Good. Last one. Make it count.”
Michael clenched his jaw, sweat on his brow. “I’ve done my part. After this, you leave me alone, right?”
“If the money’s in the right account, yes.”
Michael sighed and logged into Mary’s bank account. For months, he’d stolen money, calling it art expenses. This time, $50,000.
“Mary won’t notice,” he whispered.
He hit ‘send’ just as the phone buzzed again.
“What’s taking so long?”
“I’m doing it now!”
“Remember, last time. Fail and your wife gets proof of the affair.”
“I know,” Michael said, voice low. “This is it.”
He finished the transfer but felt the dark trap closing. His web of lies was tightening fast.
Later that night, Michael returned drunk. Lucy was cleaning by the bed.
“Oh babe, now my wife’s gone, it’s just us,” he said, grabbing her hip.
Knock. Knock.
“Not now!” he groaned.
“Like I said, the whole night is ours.”
The knocking didn’t stop. Michael opened the door—and froze.
There stood Lucy, in uniform. And behind her, Mary, wearing the same uniform.
Mary raised an eyebrow. “Hello, husband.”
“Mary! You look amazing,” Michael stammered.
“You’re busted, Michael. I saw her under the bed this morning,” Mary spat.
Michael begged, “It’s just a game. Not serious.”
“Game over, you sick creep! You’re out in an hour!” Mary shouted.
Michael dropped to his knees, begging forgiveness.
Mary turned to Lucy. “Time for someone to get fired.”
Lucy smiled and laughed. “I don’t care. My sister Samantha finally got justice. Life comes full circle.”
Michael and Mary exchanged shocked looks. Slowly, the truth dawned.
Samantha, the ex-maid, was Lucy’s sister. She’d lived in poverty, barely surviving on her wages and odd jobs Lucy had.
Samantha had been pregnant and abandoned. One day, Mary caught Michael hugging Samantha—innocently, but Mary thought it was an affair.
Michael could have defended Samantha but instead blamed her falsely and fired her. He did it to hide his real affair.
Mary didn’t listen to Samantha’s protests.
Samantha’s health declined, and she lost her baby. The pain crushed her. Eventually, she took her own life.
Lucy had found Samantha’s final letter, uncovering the terrible truth.
Michael realized Lucy was the blackmailer—but he was helpless. He had lost everything.
Lucy walked out of the hotel, no hate left inside. “I got your revenge, Sammy,” she whispered to the sky.
She vowed to donate the stolen money to help orphaned children, turning her pain into hope.
